You go to the restroom, only to see the head lifeguard, Shelly, a shy, curvaceous, gluttonous female shrimp, taking a dump. She blushes as she sees you, and says ‘would you mind giving me some privacy. My stomach is playing up, and I would prefer to be left alone.’ I ask if she has seen my boyfriend, and I give his description. She blushes deeper, and says, ‘oh. He was causing some trouble, and I had to punish him.’ She chuckles and pats her stomach, and something screams and punches out.